Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 21:07:01 -0800
From: Kevin Harness
Subject: A Boy To Remember, Part 2
A Boy To Remember
Part 2
The usual disclaimers apply, of course, in that if you are under 18, don't
want to hear/read a relationship story of a man/boy nature, hear explicit
sexual content, or if the province, state, country, etc you are in does not
allow you to view or hear such content, you must leave this site now.
Otherwise, read on. All characters, of course, are portrayed by actors 18
years of age or over, and any character resemblance to any real-life person
or persons is pure accidental and unintentional.
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"Hey Michael," Justin whispered, waking me up ever so slightly.
"Yeah?"
"I probably better get up and take a shower and get home before my mom
wakes up. She gets up pretty early, usually," he explained.
I opened my eyes, squinting, barely seeing this beautiful boy in my bed,
yet barely able to keep my eyes and thoughts off him.
"Want some company?" I asked.
"Hell yeah," Justin smiled. Damn, this boy was beautiful. Kind of shaggy,
wheat-color blonde hair with lighter natural highlights, eerily beautiful
hazel eyes, medium build, and (I was still guessing) around 15 years old.
And coincidentally, hung pretty well.
But the disarming part was that he was about 29-going-on-15. He was easy
to be around, fun to talk to and cut-up with, and just about as
sincere-yet-light as they come. Not a pretentious or assuming bone in his
body, while being almost quietly confident.
All these thoughts passed thru my head in a split second, allowing me to
quickly respond.
"Cool," I returned eagerly. "But first, come here for a second...."
Justin came closer and I pulled his warm, soft body to me, giving him a hug
long, close, and stimulating......
I ran into the small shower and started the hot water.
Justin showed up behind me, naked as the day he was born but looking a hell
of a lot better. He had a light, slight treasure trail from his naval to
his soft, dark blonde pubes, but no hair on his chest. A modest amount of
hair under his arms, but only a hint of sideburns and moustache. Sexy as
hell!
He relieved himself and then hopped into the shower, with me right behind
him. I grabbed the soap and washrag, and began washing him from head to
toe. He closed his eyes and threw back his head and seemed to be lost in
mental ecstasy. I soaped and washed everything, and he rinsed off as best
he could, considering we were in a shower the size of a cracker box. Once
rinsed, he smiled gleefully and took the rag and soap from me and returned
the favor. Yummm!
I rinsed, and went around behind him, once again massaging his back, neck,
and chest muscles. The last item necessitated my pressing my chest against
his upper back, which caused my ever-rising boner to slide between his legs
and poke the back of his balls.
"Mmmmmmm," he cooed, "don't EVEN stop. Mmmmmm......."
I reached around to the top of the shower where I'd placed the (yes!)
condom and lube, and got us ready. It was probably the sexiest sight I'd
ever seen, the water running from his hair over his face, and when he hung
his head, it ran off in rivulets onto his body and the shower floor. He
arched his back and smooshed his buns into my rock-hard dick, causing me to
moan without even thinking about it.
I reached around and massaged his nipples, neck, kissed his neck, ears, and
neck. My hands wandered down to his groin, literally massaging his penis,
fondling his balls and the insides of his thighs.
"Oh my god, Michael," and Justin threw his head back in an ecstasy that you
almost only see in movies. He began panting and letting himself go more
and more to the moment, whipping himself around and squatting to suck my
condomed cock before I could penetrate him. I ran my hands thru his
beautiful hair, involuntarily saying, "oh baby, yeah, oh
yeah..."
As quickly as he'd squatted to suck me, he whirled back around and
pushed his butt into me, thrusting his wanton boyhole to me, grabbing my
dick and guiding it in. I thrust softly to start with, but we both lost it
and began to time it, meet well and hard, deep and totally. Justin was
jacking off as I pushed my dick in as far as it would go. He was panting,
I was panting.
"Oh damn Justin!"I exclaimed.
"Tell me about it!"he returned in a deeper voice than
I'd heard before out of him. "Oh, fuck, oh,
damn....."
I was about to saying something to follow that, but Justin began pounding
his ass into me rapidly and hard, trying to make himself cum harder than
last night. I'm sure he succeeded, because he did the same thing to
me. As I began cumming, I knocked his hand off his dick and grabbed it
myself and jacked him at lightening speed, and I thrust deep and came.
Both of his hands went to the shower wall to support himself, and he made
gruff deep pants, trying to regain his breath, composure, balance, and
probably consciousness.
Neither of us could speak, and let the water run over us for awhile. He
had turned around and we just stood there hugging each other.
"Well, good morning Justin,"I quipped.
He began laughing hard. "Damn you. You get me every time. Well
at least two out of two."
"I am not sure who got whom, dude,"I returned.
"But then again, don't care either,"laughing.
He laughed too.
"Well, I better get going. What time is it?"he asked.
"Um, about 6:45."
He got dressed and gave me a hug, and was out the door in a flash.
I got on with my day, and got a quick breakfast and got ready for a hike
and perhaps some fishing later on in the day. I was slightly tired, but
rejuvenated in a strange sort of way. It wasn't just the sex,
although that was cool and definitely memorable. It was that I'd
really relaxed, slept well, and not had a bad or upsetting or any stray
thought other than just nice things. I seemed to be more in appreciation
of just what was in front of me. Hmmmm. Cool.
I sorta thought about Justin across the day, him being a new friend and
all, but not like I couldn't or didn't think of anything
else, either. My long hike around some of the longer trails lasted until
nearly 11 o'clock, at which point i sat down and ate a plain ole
cheese-on-whole wheat w/mayo sandwich, followed by some water. Not too
full. I smiled, and went down one of the trails which led back to the
campground. I rounded the last turn and was headed toward my trailer when
I spotted Justin playing outdoor shuffleboard with another both and a
younger girl. He waved, and I waved back, and he smiled big.
I trapsed back into my trailer and sat down for a moment to catch my
breath, and to just pause in general.
I fished sort of on automatic, for a couple hours, it seemed, and got back
to the trailer at about 2:30 or so.
Not too long after, there was a rap at the trailer door. Hmmm (smile) now
who could t-h-a-t be? Hehehe.
"Who is it?"I asked.
"Justin. Can I come in?"he inquired.
"Sure, come on in."
He bounded on in and I offered him a seat, which he of course accepted.
"How ya been,"he asked, fidgeting.
"Aw, pretty good, I guess. Nice hike, boring fishing, no drama
and no phone calls,"I jibed.
He laughed. "Yeah,"he said, "PacMan and
shuffleboard were pretty uneventful, too."
"New friends?"I asked.
"Nah, just a guy and his sister that I met while escaping my
mom's trailer. They're from the Los Angeles area, and
didn't know anyone here at all, so I hung with them for awhile.
Guess we were all a little less bored from hanging out together."
I could tell that the last part was just small talk, and figured I'd take
him off the obvious hook. He didn't want to assume that he was
automatically invited over for the night, despite the intensity of our
meeting, so....
"Yup, makes sense,"I said. "Um, you coming
over tonight to watch movies and maybe even have an ice cream judging
contest?"
He looked sort of relieved. "Yeah, sure. That'd be cool.
What time do you want me to come over?"
"Well, you're welcomed to come over anytime, no problem.
Just so long as I'm not getting you in trouble here by your being
gone so long, you know?"I said.
"It's no problem, Michael. I told my mom I may be out to
a friend's watching a movie and having some ice cream, so she knows
I may be out a bit late,"he said shyly. "Hope that was
ok."
I laughed out loud almost too hard. "Dude, it's fine.
You weren't being too forward. It's ok. Of course
you're welcome to come over."
"Ok. Cool."And then, "Thanks,
Michael."
I simply smiled and nodded.
"Ok,"he said, "I guess I'll head out
and come back later. Gonna check in with mom and have a bite,"
and with that he got up quickly, gave me an awkward hug, and zipped out the
door.
Hmmm.
I puttered a bit, had a quick bite, and laid on the couch just to relax.
Well, of course, I sorta fell out, and woke up to my favorite boy's
knock on the trailer door. I laughed to myself.
"Come in."
He was laughing by the time he came in the door. "Dude, what if
I'd been a murderer or a thief?"
"Dude," I semi-mocked back, "murderers and thieves don't
knock."
He really cracked up on that one. "Oh, yeah," and he shook his head at how
silly he'd been. He was just the right mix of near-adult, and little boy
at the same time, and he seemed to enjoy being that mix of characters or
roles. It was pretty cool, not many adults that I know were that content
with their own being who they are.
I could tell from Justin's telltale fidgeting that something was on his
mind again, but he didn't seem upset, just maybe...... a bit nervous? ok,
i'd play this one by ear and see what was up.
"Well, we didn't do all that well watching The Beach last night. Want to
look at the repetoire to see what perhaps less tantalizing actor might
grace our vision for the evening?" I asked.
Justin laughed a bit, "You been practicng that one?"
"Nope, that was sperm of the moment. Uh, spur of the moment."
He'd been drinking a soda, and he suddenly looked like an Expresso machine
that had sprung major leaks under pressure. I was sorry I'd caused that,
but I couldn't help myself from laughing. He couldn't either.
"Damn, dude!" he exclaimed, still laughing. I threw him a towel and he
wiped his face and hand.
He nonchalantly tossed the towel onto the kitchen counter, and without
warning charged me and tackled me down to the couch.
I didn't put up the greatest of fights, and he pinned me quickly.
I smiled, "You BRUTE!"
He just smiled at me in a funny way, staring at me in the eyes, sort of
willing me to get what the whole point was. And, it was kind of what I
suspected might happen. He would fall for me, which is likely to happen to
a young boy when the sex is exquisite and new and exotic and the whole
relationship revolves around the physical. It can be construed as love,
and indeed can of course be part of loving someone, but a harsh mistake to
formulate love around the idea of sex.
I had to help, say something, while still not dashing his hopes,
enthusiasm, and light spirit.
"S'up, babe?"
He got slightly embarassed, shook his head, and slid off me and sat on the
couch, sorta looking around like nothing had happened.
I sat up, and sat beside him. I nudged him with my shoulder, and looked at
the side of his head. Reaching down and grabbing his hand in mine, I
decided to speak, guess at the problem, and take the initiative. I could
only hope that I was reasonably close to being right.
He looked dead on at me when I grabbed his hand.
"Hey," I started.
"Hey," he returned.
"So I got it," and I was about to continue when his eyes squeezed shut and
he put his other arm over his face.
I turned toward him and he toward me, and I embraced him and pulled him to
my chest. He wasn't quite sobbing uncontrollably, but wasn't under control
either, by any means.
"Ok, I'll speak first, and then you try, ok?" He nodded. So I continued.
I told him what I thought, what had happened, and that despite the great
sex, I really like him as a guy. And told him why, what I saw in him,
including my analysis of his being a perfect blend of a near-adult and
little boy. How cute he was. How fun he was, everything that'd gone
through my mind.
I told him that I was blown away by our physical encounters, and that I
found him more attractive than any other boy I'd ever met. But even for
me, I didn't know where it all was supposed to lead, and that indeed I
wasn't trying to lead him at all, but was just playing things on the
moment, between he and I.
And that I was not "dumping him" as a friend, telling him to go away,
nothing of the sort. I just didn't want to hurt his feelings, at all. He
was too nice, too fun, too light, too much of a good guy. And, I liked him
and told him so. And that even tho' I was the big adult here, I didn't
know what that was supposed to mean, either. I was just being candid and
honest.
He sobbed less, and by the end was looking at me directly.
I nodded that I was done. He nooded back.
"Ok, my turn?" he asked. "Yup," I said. "Ok, thanks."
"I know you're gonna wince if I say it so I won't. And I agree with
everything you said, except that I am not so all that wonderfully adjusted
with who I am. You know, that wonderful blend of almost-adult and boy? I
just am not sure who to be or how to act sometimes. Yeah, I'm gay and I
know that, and I basically like older guys, yeah I know that too. But I
like you too for how you act and treat me, and I can tell it's not just
because I had sex with you. I can tell who you are, Michael. I read
people pretty well. Just like you. I knew from the first words you said
in the market, and by the time we'd talked here last night when I first got
here, I knew I was right. I don't sleep or have sex with just anyone. Do
you?"
"No."
"Ok. I rest my case. Except for one more thing. I don't know where it
goes after this weekend either, or even if it's supposed to or if it can.
I only know that I met someone I like who is nice, who treats me nice, and
who coincidentally, and I mean that, also takes me completely over the edge
for sex. AND who I do the same for, I might add."
"Ok."
"And I took a look at that same thing: am I falling for you because we had
great sex. No. Not really. Sure, it played a part. Can you say it
didn't play a part for you? No, I don't think so. But I can definitely
appreciate that you took the time and care to talk to me so that I wouldn't
be silly and just forge ahead and get hurt. It says a lot for you." And
he smiled.
"Damn, kid."
"That's Mister Kid to you, Mr. Michael."
My eyes welled up. I couldn't help myself.
And he did something I would not have expected. He reached over and pulled
my head to his chest, and encircled his arms around me. And he kissed the
top of my head.
"Michael, it is enough for me that you could be my friend. I don't want to
present myself as someone who just shows up here because you'll have sex
with me. I like you........a lot. And maybe I won't see you much, or
maybe ever again. And if that's what happens, well, ok, we'll part paths
on good terms and whatever we did was cool, the greatest, the best. If we
figure something out other than that, ok, so much the better. Make sense?"
My god, who was staightening out whom on this one?!
"Yup," I said. "Thanks."
"No," he said, "thank you."
I'd felt like we'd known each other for about two years.
Justin hopped up and faced me, straddling me and holding me at arm's
length.
"So, what movie?" he smiled.
We sat and watched one of my many "save the world" movies, talked, joked,
cuddled a bit here and there, and laughed a lot.
We even had both ice creams each, and couldn't decide which one was better.
The movie was over and we hardly noticed, we just kept talking as though
there was something to talk about. We sorta wound down a bit, and Justin
laid down beside me on the couch, sorta half on me, half off. More just
hanging than anything else. He looked up at me.
"Sure, if you want to," I said.
He smiled. "Thanks."
We were real quiet as we went to bed. I don't think either of us felt like
we h-a-d to have sex, but were just exploring being around each other. The
lights went out and we just sorta laid on each other. Well, sorta, hehehe.
Justin propped himself up on his elbows, and kissed my chest, stomach, and
worked his was down to an oral extravaganza. It was very, very cool.
"Justin," I said softly.
He ceased for a second and looked up at me.
"If you don't swing around and put your loins within my lips-lock grasp,
you're in big trouble," I continued.
He smiled again, and swung around.
"Ok," he said, "the game is to see who can make the other guy cum first,"
and he double / triple-intensified his efforts, causing me to nearly not be
able to continue on him at all. I did, however, manage somehow.
"Are use of fingers legal?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied, but nearly didn't make it back to my waiting manhood
due to where my fingers ended up. He arched his back and moaned, "Damn."
We were incessant and soft, caressing and intense. I was roaring ahead to
a very major orgasm, and Justin's dick was straining at it's own skin,
nearly exploding and expanding beyond it's normally generous proportions.
I kneaded his testicles well, lapping at the tip of his boyhood, my fingers
exploring everything, everywhere.
As we neared our mutual and separate explosions, we became more vocal,
thrashed about, and could barely suck, for the reason of being sucked so
well.
I felt myself almost there, seconds away, but Justin let out a near shriek
and ejected every drop of sperm his balls had to offer, which, fortunate
for me was considerable. But his cumming made him give me a final burst of
mouth-action, and I came a couple short seconds after he did. Likewise, he
let absolutely nothing escape.
We were so spent we just went to sleep in each others' arms...saying almost
nothing except a quiet goodnight.